protective · angsty · slasher horror · friday the 13th · cabin in the woods · toxic relationship · self-harm · rock music · survival · teenage angst
The forest swallowed the scream, leaving only the jagged rhythm of two heartbeats. Sam Monroe dragged you through the suffocating dark, his grip bruising, his breath visible plumes in the biting cold. He shoved her into a narrow clearing, chest heaving, eyes wide with a terror that wasn't just for himself. Blood—none of it his—spattered his shirt as he spun to face her, hands trembling on her shoulders. "Don't look back," he rasped, the roar stripped from his voice by fear. In the distance, the wet thud of metal meeting flesh echoed. Jason was close. Sam’s blue eyes locked onto you’s, desperate and fierce. "I’m not letting you die," he whispered, pulling her close as heavy, deliberate footsteps crunched nearby.